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Tom Holland. Lust or Pride. You choose. 22 (Lemons) Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” 💛 43 “i’ve been so hard for you all night, princess.” 🌻

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” You whimpered as his hand pushed through the slit in your dress, smirking against your mouth when he felt that you weren’t wearing any panties. His deft fingers swirled around your sex, spreading the moisture over your clit and you rolled your hips into his touch. He was too good, mouthing at your pulse point on the side of your neck as he sunk a finger into you.

If your father knew where you were, if he knew who you were with, he would lock you inside your condo and never let you out. The Hollands were his competitors, which meant that Tom Holland was strictly off-limits. Tom. Simple, gorgeous, addictive Tom. It simply wasn’t your fault. What with his soft curly hair and big soft brown eyes. With a simple smirk you were putty in his hands and the both of you knew it.

You were at an event for your father. He was hosting a charity gala for the company and just to show off, he invited the Hollands as well. Not that you were complaining. While your father tried to gloat, you snuck off with Tom, finding yourselves hiding in the darkest corner you could find, mere seconds passing before your lips frantically found his. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly, making you gasp quietly into his mouth as he pushed you roughly against the wall.

“I’ve been so hard for you all night, princess.” He groaned the nickname along your bottom lip deliciously. As if to prove his point, he stepped closer, pressing his hips flush with yours, and you could feel the weight of his hardened dick along your thigh.

“So do something about it, Tom.” Your head rolled back, thumping quietly on the wall. He growled along the column of your neck, pulling your thighs up around his waist, frantically bunching the bottom of your dress up at your hips. His hands roamed your body quickly and desperately before his talented fingers unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down enough to pull his leaking cock out. You let out a wanton moan as he grasped it in his tight fist, making him chuckle darkly.

“Look at you. Such a little slut for my cock, hmm?” He hummed against your burning skin, making you whimper as your fingers tangled in the curls at the base of his neck.

“P-please, Tom. D-don’t tease.” You panted.

“Hush now, baby. I’ve got you. Always make you feel so good, don’t I?” He mumbled, finally sinking into you and making you both moan. He gave you all of two seconds to adjust to his size before he set a brutal pace. You cried out in ecstasy, but just as you were about to brokenly moan his name, he clapped a hand roughly over your mouth. “I said to hush, babydoll. Don’t want to get caught by your daddy, do you?” He growled through gritted teeth, and his husky voice made you clamp around him tighter.

Just when you thought he couldn’t have possibly gone any faster, any rougher, the head of his dick began to rub that spot inside of you, making your whines even higher pitched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your toes curled in your Louis Vuittons. A strand of muffled expletives followed by his name left your mouth as you reached your delicious climax. He was right behind you, groaning as he moved his hand and crushed his mouth on top of yours again, silencing the sound of both of your pleasure. His hips began to slow, and you could feel him twitch inside of you as he gave one final thrust, moaning your name.

“Such a good girl for me.” He chuckles, slipping out of you and smoothing your now matted hair down. “Always so thirsty for it, hmm?”

“Shut up Tom.” You whispered between a huff, trying to catch your breath.

“I’d offer to clean you up, but I kinda like the idea of you walking around this stupid fucking gala with my cum leaking down those gorgeous legs.” He mumbled, nibbling on his bottom lip, making you moan again, another pulse of want making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck the gala. Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you a good time on our own.” You whispered in his ear, knowing that he would eagerly accept.

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“you’re sure this is your first time doing this?” with Harrison for lust

Sorry, this took me so long, love! Also smut like from the start and Idk how good it is, but I hope you like it!

“You’re sure this is your first time doing this?” Harrison groaned from above you, fisting the sheets of the bed tightly. His head fell back against the bed, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you slurped his cock further down your throat before letting your hand take over, coming off of him with a slick popping noise.

“Baby…” You batted your eyes innocently, though your voice betrayed your intentions. “I never said I hadn’t done it before…I said that I wasn’t very good at it.” You chuckled, getting back to work on him.

“E-ohh fuck. Either way….shit shit shit…you weren’t honest.” He whined, both of his hands tangling through your hair, his thighs beginning to quiver with the effort it took not to fuck up into your mouth. Knowing that he was so turned on by the things you were doing to him, hearing the sounds of utter bliss that passed through his lush pink lips had your clit throbbing. You moaned lowly, making him yelp.

“Fuck my face, Harrison. I know you want to.” You moaned seductively, and once you gave him permission to do so, he wasted no time, grabbing the hair at the back of your head and pulling you down onto his cock again. He pushed his hips into your mouth until you could feel him at the back of your throat and your nose brushed his pelvis. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, sliding your hand down your chest, tweaking a nipple on your way before swiping your deft fingers through your slick. With two fingers buried deep inside your own dripping hole, and Harrison’s hips starting to thrust more erratically, it wouldn’t be long till either of you would be reaching your climaxes.

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Fun fact this is loosely based off a true events *insert shrug emoji*

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A37 and/or B48 from the 💛 prompt list with Tom? Oh! A deadly sin hmmm. Idkk sloth?

This is hella angsty and I’m not sure it’s any good but…

He wasn’t taking your relationship seriously anymore. At least, that’s how you felt. Between press junkets and the number of movies he was working on, you understood to an extent, but it was getting ridiculous. He would come home late, leave early the next morning. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had an actual conversation with him, and thanks to that fact, you were quickly losing your patience with him.

He surprised you one day, coming home much earlier than you’d anticipated and while he seemed eager to see you, you couldn’t say that you returned the feelings. He seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly, giving you some space for an hour or so before deciding to approach you about it.

“Alright then, what is your problem? Why are you so pissy?”

“Leave me alone, Tom.” You grumbled, trying to step around him and sneering at him when he moved in front of you once more.

“Talk to me. What’s happened to you?”

“ME?” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is all because of you!”

“What have I done this time?” He sounded mildly annoyed, making you roll your eyes.

“You have gotten so lazy, Tom.” You sighed, not having the energy to get into a fight with him. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“Like what, darling?” He asked, voice cracking. His soft brown eyes held yours, trying to get you to talk to him.

“I’m tired of feeling like your last priority. I’m tired of feeling like everything and everyone else in your life matters more to you than I do. I understand that you’re living your dream, and I’m not asking you to put it on hold for me, but would it kill you to come home and talk to me instead of heading straight to bed? Would it kill you to skip drinks with your brothers for one night and have dinner with me? Would it kill you to make me feel wanted…like-” You paused, clearing your throat as your voice broke too, tears stinging your eyes. “Like you used to.”

Tom stayed silent for a moment, ducking his head and taking a deep breath before whispering, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“How could you have known, Tom? You’re never home and when you are, you’re only here to sleep and then you’re off again, hanging out with Harrison, or doing a junket, or filming, or playing golf with your brothers. I’m just so tired of feeling like I’m the last thing you think about.”

“Darling, our relationship is the most important thing in my life. I’m so sorry that I’ve ever made you feel otherwise. If you give me the chance, I promise that I will make it up to you…starting today I will put more effort into us. I don’t want to lose you.”

You both knew that it would take some effort. But you also both knew that Tom had never been one to shy away from a challenge before and that as long as he made good on his promise, your relationship would be fine. And so it was.

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18D from the first list w tom... but then she accidentally cums anyway??

Prompt - “Don’t cum yet.”

His hot breath hit the crook of your neck, making you whimper quietly. Slow, languid strokes were replaced with fast, desperate pumps. The sheets on the bed were twisted tightly in your fingers, moans, and whimpers escaping your parted lips. His mouth left spongey kisses along the column of your throat, low groans vibrating the skin he was sucking on. You were climbing, higher and higher, the coil in your stomach getting closer and closer to snapping. The head of his cock hit your g-spot effectively with each thrust, and as you sucked in a deep breath, you knew you were seconds from teetering over the edge.

“Don’t cum yet.” He grunted, and you knew better than to disobey, but he just felt so good. And as you started to see stars, you knew it was too late, your orgasm washed over you, making you let out a loud, gurgling moan and squeeze around Tom. He whined a little at the sensation before pushing all the way into you and stopping. His hot breath hit your face, fanning across your lips and cheeks as you slowly came to the realization that you were in trouble.

“Tom-Tommy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-” You started before he interrupted you with a dirty kiss. He started to slam into you, lifting your ankles up and putting them on his shoulders so that he could drive deeper into you.

“Oh, babydoll.” He cooed gently, but you knew better than to trust his softness. You let out a huff of air as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to prepare for whatever punishment he would give you. “You know what happens when you disobey, Princess.” He spat, breath quickly becoming ragged. “How does five edges sound, hmm?”

“Mmm fuck. Yes, Tommy. I’m- oh, shit I’m sorry.” You squealed, bucking your hips as he nudged that spot inside of you even more aggressively. You were whining beneath him, knowing that you were in for a long night.

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Prompt number 43 from the 💛 list with Peter coming home all beaten up, please?

Peter was secretive. He was keeping things from you, and while you knew that he deserved his own privacy, you were sick of the lies. Withholding information was one thing, blatantly lying directly to your face was another. And when your soft, sweet Peter tried to sneak into your shared apartment with a black eye and what looked like a broken nose, you were ready to confront him about it.

You flicked on the lamp beside the couch you were perched on, making Peter flinch at you. You stood, crossing your arms over your chest before raising an eyebrow at his sheepish smile.

“H-hey baby.”

“Who did you get into a fight with, Pete?” You sighed, cutting right to the chase.

“I-uh” He scratched the back of his neck, and you could see that he was trying to come up with a story to tell you.

“Peter Parker you had better tell me the truth right this fucking instant or I swear to god, I am walking out that door and leaving you forever, do you hear me?!” Your voice was more shrill than you’d intended it to be, making him flinch away from you.

“I...can’t.”

“You can’t? You can’t what, Peter?! You can’t tell your girlfriend why it looks like you’ve just lost a street fight? Why can’t you tell me?!” You demanded to know, throwing your hands up in anger before shaking your head. “No, you know what, screw it. I don’t care.” You growled, ready to walk out the door when you felt his hand grabbing your elbow. He pulled you back to face him, unshed tears sitting in the bases of his eyes and making you sigh. What could you say? You were weak for him.

“Just keep calm, okay?”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm, Peter! Do you have any idea how bad this all looks? The sneaking out?! Coming home late?! Constantly lying about where you’ve been and what you’re doing?!”

“I’m Spider-Man.” He whispered eyes squeezed tightly shut. You were sure you hadn’t heard him right, growing even more frustrated with him.

“This isn’t funny, Peter. I’ve been really worried about you, and you have the nerve to make fun of me for it? Screw you!” You hissed, and his grip tightened on your arm as you made another break for the exit. Wordlessly, he pulled his sleeves up, revealing the red and black suit of the one and only Spider-Man. He must have been able to sense your lingering disbelief though because while his eyes held yours, he shot a web in the direction of the door, effectively sealing it shut.

“That will dissolve in one hour. I will answer every single question you have, and if you decide after one hour that you don’t want to be with me anymore, I will let you go as long as you promise you won’t tell anyone. Just...please let me explain myself.” He begged weakly, soft brown eyes glued to the floor and making your heart ache.

“One hour.” You sighed in agreeance, though you both knew that as long as Peter was telling the truth, you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

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I hope this is okay, love!

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for blurbs can you do 24 + 39 D from the first list w tom where he’s away for work or something and they’re having phone sex but he won’t let her touch herself until she’s really desperate/begs?? luv u

Prompts 24 - “You sound as if you like my teasing?” 39 - “Let me watch you touch yourself.”

It’s a little fast-paced, but I thought it was still pretty good...Hope you like it.

Long-distance relationships were never easy. It didn’t matter how long you’d been dating, or how well you knew each other, or if you knew the other person before you started dating, it was hard no matter what. But thankfully, with a great man like Tom by your side, you both managed to make it work. Even more, thankfully Tom was...creative when it came to keeping the more intimate side of your relationship interesting...even when you were thousands of miles apart.

Currently, you were sitting on your shared bed, hand running along the spot that Tom normally occupied while you waited for the face time call to connect per your boyfriend’s instructions. He’d been sending you texts all day long, filled with less than holy ideas for when you’d be together again and to say that you were eager to hear his voice, to see his handsome face, was an understatement.

“Hello, darling.” His voice was deep, husky, and it made the pool of want between your legs grow even further, making you buck your hips desperately simply by the sound of his voice. You could see that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“H-Hi baby.” You whimpered quietly.

“You’re wearing far too much clothing, my love.” He practically growled, setting his own phone down so that you could see what he was wearing...clad in a pair of boxers that hung loosely around his hips and your mouth watered. His fingers danced along the waistband of the offending piece of clothing, and you could see him chewing on his bottom lip in the top corner of the screen. You whimpered helplessly, feeling even more arousal pool between your thighs as you began to strip yourself of your clothes. “That’s a good girl.” He encouraged you, making you grin to yourself. There were very few joys in life greater than those four words that passed through the love of your life’s thin lips.

“Don’t tease me,” You whined as he gripped himself through his boxers, tempting you.

“Oh, but babydoll,” he cooed, almost condescendingly, making you whimper helplessly, “you sound as if you like my teasing quite a bit though. You sure you want me to stop?” He grinned cheekily, dipping his pale hand into his boxers and groaning lowly as he slowly jerked himself. You knew it wasn’t enough to get him off, just enough to tease himself at the sight of your now naked body.

“Wanna touch.” You whimpered, knowing that you couldn’t do it no matter how badly you wanted it without his permission.

“Beg me.” He chuckled darkly, brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

“P-please Tommy. Wanna feel good. I miss you so much, please just let me touch, just a little.” You babbled mindlessly, all common logic overrun by your desire to get yourself off. It had felt like an entire lifetime since you’d been able to get off and even longer since Tom was the reason for getting off. You were desperate, so you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded.

“Alright baby, don’t hurt yourself. Let me watch you touch yourself.” He demanded, so you lowered the angle of the camera, letting him watch as you took a couple fingers, circling your clit with a moan. “ Tha’s it, baby. Jus’ like that.” He groaned, pushing his boxers down to his thighs and pumping himself quickly and aggressively at the sight of you touching yourself. “Tha’s my filthy good girl.”

“Fuck, Tommy...I’m-I’m close.” You somehow managed to get out through your moans. He grunted in response, speeding up his own hand as his dark, lust-filled eyes trained on the screen in front of him.

“Go on, love. Cum for me.” He instructed through gritted teeth and not even a full minute later you were both hitting your highs, breathing heavily as you both came down from it. “Fuck. Such a good girl, Y/N.” He praised, and you shuddered.

“Mmm. Miss you, Tommy.”

“I miss you too, baby. But, I’ll be home soon.” He promised before leading the conversation into more pure and innocent things, both of you growing more tired by the moment and falling asleep on the phone together. Maybe long-distance relationships were hard, but Tom had always found a way to make it easier, and he was well beyond worth it.

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Hi gorgeous! I hope you are taking requests. Can you maybe write a blurb about Tom forgetting the readers birthday? If not, that okay. Love you!

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You had been waiting for it all day long, and now it was nearing the end of the day and yet he hadn’t said anything to you. You didn’t want to believe that he’d forgotten, but when he went to bed with barely a kiss, you knew it had to be true. Tom had forgotten your birthday.

The next morning, you were, understandably upset. You didn’t say anything to him when he woke up, and you didn’t kiss him goodbye as your left your shared flat to go for a run. He didn’t stop you as you exited through the front door, but you could see the confusion on his face. He’d sent you a text or two trying to figure out if you were okay, which you ignored.

7:50 - Hey baby, are you okay? You left kinda quick this morning??

8:15 - When do you think you’ll be home? I want to make you breakfast.

8:36 - Okay, why aren’t you talking to me? At least let me know you’re safe…

Finally, by almost nine, you returned to the flat, heading straight into the shower without a word to Tom, rolling your eyes as he raised his eyebrows expectantly at you. The warm water felt great over your sore muscles, so you stayed in the shower a little longer than you probably should have, finding Tom in the kitchen where his arms were folded tightly over his broad chest, jaw clenched in irritation at you now.

“Alright, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You growled with a shrug, drying your hair off on a towel.

“Oh don’t start that shit with me, Y/N. You didn’t say anything to me before you left, you didn’t text me while you were gone, and you didn’t even acknowledge me when you came home. You only do that when you’re mad at me and I’ve been here all morning trying to figure out what the hell I could have done to make you angry and I’ve come up with nothing, so would you please fill in the blanks for me?”

“It’s nothing Tom, just forget it.” You turned, about to make a break for the bedroom when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist.

“It’s obviously not nothing, Y/N. So, spit it out. I had a romantic day planned for you, and it’s going to be kind of hard to do that when you’re acting like this.”

“You forgot my fucking birthday, Tom!” You shouted, throwing your arms up in anger that you had to spell it out for him, trying to turn away from him again just to do a full 360 and face him once more.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“My birthday, Tom! The day of my birth! The one day a year that you’re supposed to pay attention to me and you MISSED it! You had all day yesterday to say anything to me, and you DIDN’T!”

“Darling…yesterday wasn’t your birthday.” He shook his head at you.

“What are you talking about?! I think I would remember my own birthday, Tom! It was yesterday!”

“No,” He drug out the vowel, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone and opening the calendar app. “Y/N, your birthday is TODAY.” You looked at the screen, eyes nearly bugging out of your head when you realized he was right. You’d given him hell all day long for absolutely no reason at all. Guilt settled uncomfortably in you as you slowly handed his phone back to him.

“Tommy, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Oh, it’s Tommy now, is it?” He teased, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him, brushing his lips against yours. “Happy birthday, love.” He whispered against your mouth before pulling you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips for a second before pulling away. “Now, can I spoil my girl on her special day? Or are you going to keep giving me this ‘tude?”

“Yes, Tommy. Thank you.” You whispered, pulling him into another kiss, knowing that tomorrow, you’d probably pay for your attitude, but today would be all about you.

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172 from the second list w tom??

Prompt -  “The food looks great but…There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.”

You liked to surprise Tom now and then when he came home from work. It was one of the many joys your relationship had. But the best part was the way he thanked you afterward. Tom had a funny way of paying you back ten-fold for whatever you gave to him.

This time, you’d made him his favorite dinner, a recipe that you’d stolen from his mother. It took you a good part of the day, but the look on his face when he came home that evening was well beyond worth it. He’d worked an extra-long day, longer than usual, and when he came through the door, exhaustion was apparent on his face. He offered you a gentle smile, closing the door behind himself as he settled into the home.

“Hello, darling. How was your day?” He asked, pecking you gently on the cheek. “Smells delicious.”

“It was alright. And it’s your favorite!” You called as he went into the room to change his clothes. You grabbed plates from the cabinet, scooping some food onto the plates and smiling when you felt two strong arms wrap tightly around your waist. He placed warm, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder, making you whimper quietly, tipping your head back to rest on his broad shoulder.

“The food looks great, but…there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.” He growled, nipping at your pulse point, and you yelped as he flicked his tongue over the spot to soothe it.

“Ah-Tom-Tommy, wh-what about the food?” You stuttered, trying to focus on anything except his skillful hands roaming up and down your body in the way he knew would affect you the most.

“I assume this is mum’s recipe?” He mumbled, nipping at your ear as you nodded gently. “The best part about mum’s recipe is that it’s even better reheated.” He wrapped his hands around your waist, turning you around quickly and crashing his lips into yours. You hummed appreciatively, scratching his scalp. He grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up easily and sitting you on the counter opposite of the food.

“Tom, are you sure?” You whispered, trying to catch your breath as his mouth moved to your neck once more, nimble fingers pulling your shirt up just beneath your breasts. His lips move with fervor, gently pushing your shoulder until you were laying on top of the counter. Spreading your legs, he nipped at your thighs curling his fingers into the band of your shorts and pulling both them and your panties down your legs.

“Darling, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I want you.” He mumbled, moving closer and closer to where you needed him. By that point, you were a breathless mess, drippy and needy and whimpering, pulling Tom’s head close enough that you could feel his breath fan out over your core.

“P-please, Tommy.” You whined, feeling him smirk against your thigh. You bucked your hips, making him chuckle before he flattened his tongue against you, licking a bold stripe upward. “Oh-oh my god. Feels so, fuck, so good.” You tried not to dig your heels into Tom’s back, but fuck it just felt so good.

“Shh, baby. Lay back and let me take care of you, just like you always take care of me. Let me make you feel good.” And considering you could barely string enough words together to form a sentence, there was no way you could stop him. But, who were you kidding? You wouldn’t have stopped him anyway.

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